How is it, little one,
that you evoke such joy,
unaware that I stand idly by,
too preoccupied to care?
You flit about as if seconds
matter, and standing still
is blasphemy, and my lens
aches to capture you.
Stay with me, but a moment,
sing to me of wings and light,
let our hearts be one, two
souls in fleeting communion.
(The Daily Post prompt: evoke.
Image from personal collection.)
Poetry In the Waiting
Finding the odd among the ordinary
Hoping to inspire the world one word at a time.
Dedicated to A.
Dream - Believe - Create
EVERY HEART HOLDS A STORY...
Photography, memoirs, random thoughts.
In Greek mythology, Cassandra was a cursed prophetess. She was gifted with prophecy but the curse ensured her predictions would never be believed. Not that it stopped her from speaking out. It behoves all of us to speak out about what is wrong but also about what is right. We can do that in our creativity whether it be prose, poetry or painting. What matters is the message.
Poetry from Paul Mortimer
Whimsical & Capricious Chatter
Formerly known as Far Out in Africa. This is where I document life as experienced by me
A picture tells a thousand stories!
Discovering the joy of art
Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
Photographs taken with a point-and-shoot camera journaling everyday life in Central Massachusetts and beyond.
Lovely indeed. “My lens aches to capture you.” Loved that!
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Thank you – it’s true – they are quicker then me, lol
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haha I know that one!
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Lovely! Emily said, “Hope is a thing with feathers….”
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Oh, yes she did! I love her too!
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Subtle and gorgeous. I felt every word V.J 🙂
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Thank you, Diana. I always appreciate your feedback.
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My pleasure! Hope your day is a delight 🙂
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